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 But still the hand unseen doth play.
 * The anthem of their native land.

And even now by Hradčan’s walls,
 * Some say, that still a magic hand

Is heard to play, when patriots high
 * Beneath the ramparts sadly stray.

’Tis said, that those who once have heard Can ne’er forget that haunting lay.